PURPLE THOUGHTS

Purple thoughts floating off to another land above The clouds are never dark enough, yet still can fill my head with doubt Hand you down everything of what I've found my book is bound Together in leather never light as a feather press pause The rocket launch will take a few to fuel the cause Unless the rest have up and left my pen will then evoke applause Snakes in the grass and I'm about to mow the lawn Making a pass'll leave you looking like a headless faun Fail or you pass you just a teacher-less pawn How can you last you've got no featureless song Given a task I'll smash it while I'm stretching to yawn Break through the glass you gasp take a breath and I'm gone Forgetting my past the puffing and pass help me along Having a blast, the wedding was crashed, Vinny Vaughn Left in a dash, my foot hit the gas, I'm headed home Driving too fast, glimpse of a flash, I'm not alone Split what I have, my brother gets half of all I own Life's in the bag, world in my lap, I'm feeling grown You want it? just ask, pay me in grass, don't make it known Malinger for mass, went singer to raps, my covers blown Family ties, creative lies, I brush'em off No where to hide, I stay inside when feeling lost Average replies but not with these lines, risky stuff Say your goodbye, don't even cry, hop in the truck Perfecting my art, why didn't they start to listen up My pen is my car it's taking me far, best of luck Look at my heart witness the scar, I cant survive Fearing the bar to me it's like tar or cancer vibes Thinking you hard, I'm mellow to marsh, you can't decide Believe in your star it's not who you are, the truth is lies Start with a spark leave with a jar of fire flies Creeping of course you feel no remorse, I'm not surprised Abusing my resource hit me when you have free time Serve you a three course but all you eat is grease fried Tryna drive a Porsche can only afford the free kind Boil to the core tell the people it's tea time Close to the edge, my enemies fled, vanish quick Underestimating my flow just know I'm something sick Wanting nothing but something more then a wooden trick Keep making your moves I'm watching you lose faking a pic Stomach is churning my heart is burning I'm feeling ill Speaking real these rhymes are reflections of what I feel True connections too hard to explain within the fog My intentions are still the same as purple thoughts